The dust is thick along the road; The fields are scorching in the sun; My wife has ever a bitter word To greet me when the day is done. The neighbors rest beside the gate But half their words are high and shrill. My son is over-young to help; The fields are very hard to till. But in the dusk I raise my eyes -- The poet's words come back to me: "In the moon there is a white jade gate Shadowed cool by a cassia tree." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |